is there somewhere?

She hadn't needed to be worried about any sort of misinterpretation, it seemed. He smiled, and delight sparkled in her eyes; she got a real smile from him! Not the half-smile she normally got - or the scowl - but an expression that nearly matched her own. That sent her cheerfulness spiraling; going out tonight was the best decision she had made of ate. She laughed softly at his words, winking at him. No, she didn't really think that, and he knew that. In fact, the thought of him being scared of rocks and water was equally amusing. Her own tail wagged gently behind her, a sort of peacefulness and happiness in her. She simply smiled at his other words, though he certainly had a point. She knew more about him than perhaps most did - if she let her ego speak, that is - but she still did not know him well. There were parts that were hidden, and that she hoped she could eventually uncover as she desired with all her friends.

The thought made her start - friends? Were they friends? Could that truly be the label upon their shaky relationship? It troubled her for a mere second - after all, their relationship was one of interactions that could be good one second, but devolve. And yet, there was still a bond she could acknowledge existed. That she could live with. She could think about what they were at a later date; too much deep thinking for so late at night. Besides, she had a river to cross.

When she successfully crossed - a few mishaps aside, her grin remained, tongue flopping out the side of her mouth. Lark's turn, now. He started on a different route than her, and her head tilted as she concentrated. Interesting. It was definitely a more challenging, treacherous route. But the reasoning was sound, because the rocks she chose glistened with water now. He would likely slip if he went the same way... or the way he was going currently.

With horror, she watched as he slipped. No! A panic encased her mind, and she leaped to her paws, lunging towards the river's edge. But he was too far away, there were no other rocks nearby - she was stuck, she couldn't help, and the fear simply grew as her eyes darted across the river, trying to find some way to help him, save him.

And then he flung himself onto another rock just as he was starting to fully slip, and almost onto the shoreline. His front half landed, his lower body hitting the water. He was a few feet away; she jumped towards him just as he managed to pull himself up.

He shook himself, splashing water all over her, but at that point she didn't care. She was already pretty soaked from the spray. No, she was focused on him, and she darted forward, sniffing at his pelt, nose poking at where his body dipped into the water. She whined softly; that was utterly terrifying.

And yet, he admitted she won. Turning back towards him, only a couple feet away, she shook her head. "That doesn't matter," she muttered, taking a few steps forward and trying to sniff gingerly around his chest, as if checking for injuries. She'd smell something if he was injured, right? "Are you okay?" she questioned, worry tinging her voice. Even asking, she still poked around. He had to be okay.

"Speech"
"Language"